I'm looking for some advice. My husband and I are moving to Sweden at the end of the month from Seattle. We are taking our giant cat Hax0r with us. He is too heavy to fly in the cabin, and will have to go under the plane as cargo. Sadly, all I can find online are horror stories about lost or injured pets. Have you ever traveled overseas with your fur baby? What advice would you give?
This is Offbeat Home's archive of Moving posts.
I feel embarrassed to confess this, so please bear with me (I feel so silly). But… I am moving out of my first very own apartment, and I cried more about this than I like to admit. This place became my hoodie, my comfort zone. For the first time in 15 years I didn't dread coming home. I am losing my first and only home I ever truly had and loved. How do I cope with this, you ask? Good question. There are five strategies I came up with that have been helping me with my struggle to say bye to my bachelorette pad…
Now I am here. Books are in the bookcases, clothes are in the closet, the dog is being snuggly on the bed. This is already shaping up to be one of the best times of my life, but it's also sad. I'm afraid of falling in love — more afraid than I have ever been of falling in love with a person.
In recent years, I've begun to develop my own theory: people are either movers or stayers. I've met people who have lived in the same town their whole lives, and never felt the need to leave. I've met others who have "itchy feet" and are constantly on the move: six months here, two years there. So, I'm a little curious, Offbeat Homies: where do you fall on the mover/stayer spectrum?
My husband has cystic fibrosis. Long story short: they don't do lung transplants where we live in Albuquerque, and, with one day's notice, we were flown to Palo Alto, California. Now the fun part. The average wait time for lungs is six months, and you can't be more than a few hours away. So I needed to find us a place to live and wait, close to the hospital, on the cheap. Did you know you could furnish an apartment at IKEA for way cheaper than renting everything?
When I moved across the country last year, I was mildly worried about how my husband and I would settle into a new place and new jobs. However, I can honestly say I was afraid of how our dog, Gidget, would adjust to living in a 700-square-foot apartment. Fortunately, our worries were unfounded and months later she has become the perfect apartment dog. Here's what we did to help make the transition easier on all of us…
"Everyone hates their jobs! No one has money! Get over it!" Why? We started asking in return. And the resounding answer was "that's what it took to make it in our area," — an area which we didn't care for anyway. The timing was right. Our lease was ending, and so we had to commit: another six to twelve months stuck in place, or a scary leap which could wind us up skulking home to our parents, richer only in life experience.
Ever since I was forced by circumstance to live in my car one summer, I have been obsessed with living in a tiny house. I would eventually LOVE to refurbish a bus, or a flatbed trailer, into a tiny mobile home. But for now, I am acting incrementally by moving into a cozy, 480 square foot studio/garage apartment. I am beyond stoked to be stepping onward to this process, but I have no idea where to begin planning for this move.